My words are easy just to understand:
To live by them is very easy too;
Yet it appears that none in all the world
Can understand or make them come to life.

My words have ancestors, my works a prince;
Since none know this, unknown I too remain.
But honor comes to me when I’m least known:
The Wise Man, with a jewel in his breast,
Goes clad in garments made of shoddy stuff. (WOL, 70, 123.)

Enlightenment

It is wisdom to know others;
It is enlightenment to know one’s self. (WOL, 33, 86.)

From of old until now,
Under names without end,
The First, the Beginning is seen.
How do I know the beginning of all,
What its nature may be?
By these! (WOL, 21, 73.)

The crooked shall be made straight
And the rough places plain;
The pools shall be filled
And the worn renewed. (WOL, 22, 74.)

… when you know
What eternally is so,
You have stature
And stature means righteousness
And righteousness is kingly
And kingliness divine
And divinity is the Way
Which is final.

Once grasp the great Form without form,
And you roam where you will
With no evil to fear,
Calm, peaceful, at ease. (WOL, 35, 88.)

Then, though you die,
You shall not perish. (WOL, 16, 68.)

Long life it is to die and not perish. (WOL, 33, 86.)

The secret waits for the insight
Of eyes unclouded by longing;
Those who are bound by desire
See only the outward container. (WOL, 1, 53.)

Enlightenment – The Gift of Father God/The Way

The omnipresent Virtue will take shape
According only to the Way. (WOL, 21, 73.)

The Way/God/The Father/Brahman

Something there is, whose veiled creation was
Before the earth or sky began to be;
So silent, so aloof and so alone,
It changes not, nor fails, but touches all:
Conceive it as the mother of the world.

I do not know its name;
A name for it is “Way”;
Pressed for designation,
I call it Great.
Great means outgoing,
Out-going, far-reaching,
Far-reaching, return. (WOL, 25, 77.)

Man conforms to the earth;
The earth conforms to the sky;
The sky conforms to the Way;
The Way conforms to its own nature. (WOL, 25, 77.)

O the great Way overflows
And spreads on every side!
All beings come from it;
No creature is denied.
But having called them forth,
It calls not one its own.
It feeds and clothes them all
And will not be their lord.

Without desire always,
It seems of slight import.
Yet, nonetheless, in this
Its greatness still appears:
When they return to it,
No creature meets a lord. (WOL, 34, 87.)

At music and viands
The wayfarer stops.
But the Way, when declared,
Seems thin and flavorless!

It is nothing to look at
And nothing to hear;
But used, it will prove
Inexhaustible. (WOL, 35, 88.)

Everywhere, they say the Way, our doctrine,
Is so very like detested folly;
But greatness of its own alone explains
Why it should be thus held beyond the pale.
If it were only orthodox, long since
It would have seemed a small and petty thing! (WOL, 67, 120.)

These things in ancient times received the One:
The sky obtained it and was clarified;
The earth received it and was settled firm;
The spirits got it and were energized;
All things, as they partook it, came alive;
The nobles and the king imbibed the One
In order that the realm might upright be;
Such things were then accomplished by the One.

Without its clarity the sky might break;
Except it were set firm, the earth might shake;
Without their energy the gods would pass;
Unless kept full, the valleys might go dry;
Except for life, all things would pass away;
Unless the One did lift and hold them high,
The nobles and the king might trip and fall. (WOL, 39, 92.)

How used the ancients to honor the Way?
Didn’t they say that the seeker may find it,
And that sinners who find are forgiven?
So did they lift up the Way and its Virtue
Above everything else in the world. (WOL, 62, 115.)

The Way/God/The Father/Brahman – It is Formless, Insubstantial

Great space has no corners;
Great powers come late;
Great music is soft sound;
The great Form no shape. (WOL, 41, 94.)

The softest of stuff in the world
Penetrates quickly the hardest;
Insubstantial, it enters
Where no room is. (WOL, 43, 96.)

The Way/God/The Father/Brahman - It is Found Inside, Internally

The Way may be seen
Apart from the windows. (WOL, 47, 100.)

The Way/God/The Father/Brahman – It is Unknowable, Indescribable, Ungraspable

There are ways but the Way is uncharted. (WOL, 1, 53.)

The Way eternal has no name. (WOL, 32, 85.)

The Way is obscure and unnamed. (WOL, 41, 94.)

The further you go,
The less you know. (WOL, 47, 100.)

They call it elusive, and say
That one looks
But it never appears.
They say indeed it is rare,
Since one listens,
But never a sound.
Subtle, they call it, and say
That one grasps it
But never gets hold.
These three complaints amount
To only one, which is
Beyond all resolution.

At rising, it does not illumine;
At setting, no darkness ensues;
It stretches far back
To that nameless estate
Which existed before the creation.

Describe it as form yet unformed;
As shape that is still without shape;
Or say it is vagueness confused:
One meets it and it has no front;
One follows and there is no rear. (WOL, 14, 66.)

The Way itself is like some thing
Seen in a dream, elusive, evading one.
In it are images, elusive, evading one.
In it are things, like shadows in twilight.
In it are essences, subtle but real,
Embedded in truth. (WOL, 21, 73.)

The Way/God/The Father/Brahman – It is Stillness, Peace

The Way is always still, at rest,
And yet does everything that’s done. (WOL, 37, 90.)

As I have heard, the man who knows
On land how best to be at peace
Will never meet a tiger or a buffalo;
In battle, weapons do not touch his skin.
There is no place the tiger's claw can grip;
Or with his horn, the buffalo can jab;
Or where the soldier can insert his sword.
Why so? In him there is no place of death. (WOL, 50, 103.)

Rich in virtue, like an infant,
Noxious insects will not sting him;
Wild beasts will not attack his flesh
Nor birds of prey sink claws in him.

His bones are soft, his sinews weak,
His grip is nonetheless robust;
Of sexual union unaware,
His organs completely formed,
His vital force is at its height.
He shots all day, does not get hoarse:
His person is a harmony. (WOL, 55, 108.)

The Way/God/The Father/Brahman - Original Void, Emptiness

The Way is a void,
Used but never filled:
An abyss it is,
Like an ancestor
From which all things come. (WOL, 4, 56.)

A deep pool it is,
Never to run dry! (WOL, 4, 56.)

Touch ultimate emptiness. (WOL, 16, 68.)

Between the earth and sky
The space is like a bellows,
Empty but unspent.
When moved its gift is copious. (WOL, 5, 57.)

Most perfect, yet it seems
Imperfect, incomplete;
Its use is not impaired.
Filled up, and yet it seems
Poured out, an empty void:
It never will run dry. (WOL, 45, 98.)

Thirty spokes will converge
In the hub of a wheel;
But the use of the cart
Will depend on the part
Of the hub that is void.

With a wall all around
A clay bowl is molded;
But the use of the bowl
Will depend on the part
Of the bowl that is void.

Cut out windows and doors
In the house as you build;
But the use of the house
Will depend on the space
In the walls that is void.

So advantage is had
From whatever is there;
But usefulness rises
From whatever is not. (WOL, 11, 63.)

Alive, a man is supple, soft;
In death, unbending, rigorous.
All creatures, grass and trees, alive
Are plastic but are pliant too,
And dead, are friable and dry. (WOL, 76, 129.)

Set firm in the Way:
None shall uproot you;
Cherish it well and none shall estrange you;
Your children's children faithful shall serve
Your forebears at the altar of your house.

Cultivate the Way yourself,
and your Virtue will be genuine.
Cultivate it in the home,
and its Virtue will overflow.
Cultivate it in the village,
and the village will endure.
Cultivate it in the realm,
and the realm will flourish.
Cultivate it in the world,
and Virtue will be universal. (WOL, 54, 107.)

Who can benefit the world
From stored abundance of his own?
He alone who has the Way,
The Wise Man who can act apart
And not depend on others’ whims;
But not because of his high rank
Will he succeed: he does not wish
To flaunt superiority. (WOL, 77, 130.)

Accordingly,
One will be judged by the Man of the Way;
Homes will be viewed through the Home of the Way;
And the Village shall measure the village;
And the Realm, for all realms, shall be standard;
And the World, to this world, shall be heaven.

How do I know the world is like this?
By this.

The Way/God/The Father/Brahman – God’s Plan

God’s Way is bound to conquer all
But not by strife does it proceed. (WOL, 73, 126.)

Not by words does God get answers:
He calls them not and all things come.
Master plans unfold but slowly,
Like God’s wide net enclosing all:
Its mesh is coarse but none are lost. (WOL, 73, 126.)

The Way/God/The Father/Brahman – How it Operates

The needy shall receive
And the rich shall be perplexed.
So the Wise Man cherishes the One,
As a standard to the world;
Not displaying himself,
He is famous;
Not asserting himself,
He is distinguished;
Not boasting his powers,
He is effective;
Taking no pride in himself,
He is chief.

Because he is no competitor,
No one in all the world
Can compete with him.

The saying of the men of old
Is not in vain:
“The crooked shall be made straight -“
To be perfect, return to it. (WOL, 22, 74.)

God’s Way is gain that works no harm;
The Wise Man’s way, to do his work
Without contending for a crown. (WOL, 81, 134.)

If you work by the Way,
You will be of the Way;
If you work through its virtue
You will be given the virtue;
Abandon either one
And both abandon you.

Gladly then the Way receives
Those who choose to walk in it;
Gladly too its power upholds
Those who choose to use it well;
Gladly will abandon greet
Those who to abandon drift.

Little faith is put in them
Whose faith is small. (WOL, 23, 75.)

On tiptoe your stance is unsteady;
Long strides make your progress unsure;
Show off and you get no attention;
Your boasting will mean you have failed;
Asserting yourself brings no credit;
Be proud and you never will lead. (WOL, 24, 76.)

To persons of the Way, these traits
Can only bring distrust; they seem
Like extra food for parasites.
So those who choose the Way
Will never give them place. (WOL, 24, 76.)

A good runner leaves no tracks.
A good speech has no flaws to censure….
A good door is well shut without bolts and cannot be opened.
A good knot is tied without rope and cannot be loosed.
The Wise Man is always good at helping people, so that none are cast out;
he is always good at saving things, so that none are thrown away.
This is called applied intelligence. (WOL, 27, 79.)

That things with age decline in strength,
You well may say, suits not the Way;
And not to suit the Way is early death. (WOL, 30, 82.)

The Way/God/The Father/Brahman – How It Operates – It Always Favors the Good

Impartial though the Way of God may be,
It always favors good men. (WOL, 79, 132.)

Like the gods of the shrine in the home,
So the Way and its mystery waits
In the world of material things:
The good man’s treasure,
The bad man’s refuge. (WOL, 62, 115.)

The Way/God/The Father/Brahman – How it Operates – Its Softness Overcomes

Nothing is weaker than water,
But when it attacks something hard
Or resistant, then nothing withstands it,
And nothing will alter its way.

Everyone knows this, that weakness prevails
Over strength and that gentleness conquers
The adamant hindrance of men, but that
Nobody demonstrates how it is so.

Because of this the Wise Man says
That only one who bears the nation’s shame
Is fit to be its hallowed lord;
That only one who takes upon himself
The evils of the world may be its king.

This is paradox. (WOL, 78, 131.)

What is to be shrunken
Is first stretched out;
What is to be weakened
Is first made strong;
What will be thrown over
Is first raised up;
What will be withdrawn
Is first bestowed.

This indeed is
Subtle Light;
The gentle way
Will overcome
The hard and strong. (WOL, 36, 89.)

The Way/God/The Father/Brahman – Follow It Back to Your Roots

Whose offspring it may be
I do not know:
It is like a preface to God. (WOL, 4, 56.)

It stretches far back
To that nameless estate
Which existed before the creation. (WOL, 14, 66.)

Call truly that knowledge
Of primal beginnings
The clue to the Way. (WOL, 14, 66.)

The movement of the Way is a return. (WOL, 40, 93.)

All things work together:
I have watched them reverting,
And have seen how they flourish
And return again, each to his roots.

This, I say, is the stillness:
A retreat to one's roots. (WOL, 16, 68.)

Be aware of your masculine nature;
But by keeping the feminine way,
You shall be to the world like a canyon,
Where the Virtue eternal abides,
And go back to become as a child.

Be aware of the white all around you;
But rememb’ring the black that is there,
You shall be to the world like a tester,
Whom the Virtue eternal, unerring,
Redirects to the infinite past.
Be aware of your glory and honor;
But in never relinquishing shame,
You shall be to the world like a valley,
Where Virtue eternal, sufficient
Sends you back to the Virginal Block. (WOL, 28, 80.)

To be perfect, return to it. (WOL, 22, 74.)

The Mother/Nature/Shakti/Holy Spirit

It began with a matrix:
The world had a mother
Whose sons can be known
As ever, by her.
But if you know them,
You'll keep close to her
As long as you live
And suffer no harm. (WOL, 52, 105.)

The valley spirit is not dead:
They say it is the mystic female.
Her gateway is, they further say,
The base of earth and heaven.

Constantly, and so forever,
Use her without labor. (WOL, 6, 58.)

[The] kingdom … will long endure
If it provides the Mother an abode. (WOL, 59, 112.)

Alone I am and different,
Because I prize and seek
My sustenance from the Mother. (WOL, 20, 72.)

The Mother/Nature/Shakti/Holy Spirit and The Way/God/The Father/Brahman - Their Relationship

Nameless indeed is the source of creation
But things have a mother and she has a name. (WOL, 1, 53.)

From What-is all the world of things was born
But What-is sprang from What-is-not. (WOL, 40, 93.)

These two come paired but distinct
By their names.
Of all things profound,
Say that their pairing is deepest,
The gate to the root of the world. (WOL, 1, 53.)

The Way begot one,
And the one, two;
Then the two begot three
And three, all else. (WOL, 42, 95.)

The Way brings forth,
Its Virtue fosters them,
With matter they take shape,
And circumstance perfects them all:
That is why all things
Do honor to the Way
And venerate its power.

The exaltation of the Way,
The veneration of its power,
Come not by fate or by decree;
But always just because
By nature it is so. (WOL, 51, 104.)

The Sage

Can you govern your animal soul, hold to the One and never depart from it?
Can you throttle your breath, down to the softness of breath in a child?
Can you purify your mystic vision and wash it until it is spotless?
Can you love all your people, rule over the land without being known?
Can you be like a female, and passively open and shut heaven's gates?
Can you keep clear in your mind the four quarters of earth and not interfere? (WOL, 10, 62.)

The Wise Man, though he travel all day,
Will not be separated from his goods.
So even if the scene is glorious to view,
He keeps his place, at peace, above all. (WOL, 26, 78.)

In all the world but few can know
Accomplishment apart from work,
Instruction when no words are used. (WOL, 43, 96.)

The straightest, yet it seems
To deviate, to bend;
The highest skill and yet
It looks like clumsiness.
The utmost eloquence,
It sounds like stammering.

As movement overcomes
The cold, and stillness, heat,
The Wise Man, pure and still,
Will rectify the world. (WOL, 45, 98.)

Indeed the Wise Man's office
Is to work by being still;
He teaches not by speech
But by accomplishment;
He does for everything,
Neglecting none;
Their life he gives to all,
Possessing none;
And what he brings to pass
Depends on no one else.
As he succeeds,
He takes no credit
And just because he does not take it,
Credit never leaves him. (WOL, 2, 54.)

When the Virginal Block is asunder,
And is made into several tools,
To the ends of the Wise Man directed,
They become then his chief officers:
For “The Master himself does not carve.” (WOL, 28, 80.)

The excellent masters of old,
Subtle, mysterious, mystic, acute,
Were much too profound for their times.
Since they were not then understood,
It is better to tell how they looked.

Like men crossing streams in winter,
How cautious!
As if all around there were danger,
How watchful!
As if they were guests on every occasion,
How dignified!
Like ice just beginning to melt,
Self-effacing!
Like a wood-block untouched by a tool,
How sincere!
Like a valley awaiting a guest,
How receptive!
Like a torrent that rushes along,
And so turbid!

Who, running dirty, comes clean like still waters?
Who, being quiet, moves others to fullness of life?
It is he who, embracing the Way, is not greedy;
Who endures wear and tear without needing renewal. (WOL, 15, 67.)

Be done with rote learning
And its attendant vexations;
For is there distinction
Of a "yes" from a "yea"
Comparable now to the gulf
Between evil and good?
"What all men fear, I too must fear" -
How barren and pointless a thought!

The reveling of multitudes
At the feast of Great Sacrifice,
Or up on the terrace
At carnival in spring,
Leave me, alas, unmoved, alone,
Like a child that has never smiled.

Lazily, I drift
As though I had no home.
All others have enough to spare;
I am the one left out.
I have the mind of a fool,
Muddled and confused!
When common people scintillate
I alone make shadows.
Vulgar folks are sharp and knowing:
Only I am melancholy.
Restless like the ocean,
Blown about, I cannot stop.
Other men can find employment,
But I am stubborn; I am mean.

Alone I am and different,
Because I prize and seek
My sustenance from the Mother. (WOL, 20, 72.)

In this world,
Compare those of the Way
To torrents that flow
Into river and sea. (WOL, 32, 85.)

The Sage is Compassionate

Given compassion, I can take courage….
Bravery today knows no compassion….
In battle, ‘tis compassion wins the day;
Defending, ‘tis compassion that is firm:
Compassion arms the people God would save! (WOL, 67, 120.)

Than helpless enemies, nothing is worse:
To them I lose my treasures.
When opposing enemies meet,
The compassionate man is the winner. (WOL, 69, 122.)

The Sage is Constant

Harmony experienced is known as constancy;
Constancy experienced is called enlightenment. (WOL, 55, 108.)

The knowledge of constancy
I call enlightenment and say
That not to know it
Is blindness that works evil. (WOL, 16, 68.)

Endurance is to keep one’s place. (WOL, 33, 86.)

You are bright, it is said,
If you see what is small;
A store of small strengths
Makes you strong.
By the use of its light,
Make your eyes again bright
From evil to lead you away.

This is called "practicing constancy." (WOL, 52, 105.)

The Sage is Peaceful, Equal-minded, Equanimous

If the good of the house is from land,
Or the good of the mind is its depth,
Or love is the virtue of friendship,
Or honesty blesses one's talk,
Or in government, goodness is order,
Or in business, skill is admired,
Or the worth of an act lies in timing,
Then peace is the goal of the Way
By which no one ever goes astray. (WOL, 8, 60.)

A skillful soldier is not violent;
An able fighter does not rage;
A mighty conqueror does not give battle;
A great commander is a humble man.

You may call this pacific virtue;
Or say that it is mastery of men;
Or that it is rising to the measure of God,
Or to the stature of the ancients. (WOL, 68, 121.)

All things bear the shade on their backs
And the sun in their arms;
By the blending of breath
From the sun and the shade,
Equilibrium comes to the world. (WOL, 42, 95.)

The Wise Man's mind is free
But tuned to people's need:
"Alike to good and bad
I must be good,
For Virtue is goodness.
To honest folk
And those dishonest ones
Alike, I proffer faith,
For Virtue is faithful."
The Wise Man, when abroad,
Impartial to the world,
Does not divide or judge.
But people everywhere
Mark well his ears and eyes;
For wise men hear and see
As little children do. (WOL, 49, 102.)

For this is mystic unity
In which the Wise Man is moved
Neither by affection
Nor yet by estrangement
Or profit or loss
Or honor or shame.
Accordingly, by all the world,
He is held highest. (WOL, 56, 109.)

The Sage is Responsible

Surely the good man is the bad man’s teacher; and the bad man is the good man’s business. If the one does not respect his teacher, or the other doesn’t love his business, his error is very great.

This is indeed an important secret. (WOL, 27, 79.)

The Sage is Restrained, Self-possessed, Self-controlled

To take all you want
Is never as good
As to stop when you should. (WOL, 9, 61.)

The conqueror of men is powerful;
The master of himself is strong. (WOL, 33, 86.)

The world is won by refraining. (WOL, 57, 110.)

So the Wise Man will say:
As I refrain, the people will reform;
Since I like quiet, they will keep order;
When I forebear, the people will prosper;
When I want nothing, they will be honest. (WOL, 57, 110.)

The five colors darken the eye;
The five sounds will deaden the ear;
The five flavors weary the taste;
Chasing the beasts of the field
Will drive a man mad.
The goods that are hard to procure
Are hobbles that slow walking feet.

So the Wise Man will do
What his belly dictates
And never the sight of his eyes,
Thus he will choose this but not that. (WOL, 12, 64.)

Stop up your senses;
Close up your doors;
Be not exhausted
As long as you live.
Open your senses;
Be busier still:
To the end of your days
There's no help for you. (WOL, 52, 105.)

The Sage is Humble

How could the rivers and the seas
Become like kings to valleys?
Because of skill in lowliness
They have become the valley's lords.

So then to be above the folk,
You speak as if you were beneath;
And if you wish to be out front,
Then act as if you were behind.

The Wise Man so is up above
But is no burden to the folk;
His station is ahead of them
To see they do not come to harm.

The world will gladly help along
The Wise Man and will bear no grudge.
Since he contends not for his own
The world will not contend with him. (WOL, 66, 119.)

The Wise Man, … throughout his life
Does nothing great and yet achieves
A greatness of his own. (WOL, 63, 116.)

Those who know do not talk
And talkers do not know. (WOL, 56, 109.)

The knowers are not learned men
And learned men may never know. (WOL, 81, 134.)

To know that you are ignorant is best;
To know what you do not is a disease;
But if you recognize the malady
Of mind for what it is, then that is health.

The Wise Man has indeed a healthy mind;
He sees an aberration as it is
And for that reason never will be ill. (WOL, 71, 124.)

The great land is a place
To which the streams descend;
It is the concourse and
The female of the world:
Quiescent, underneath,
It overcomes the male.

By quietness and by humility
The great land then puts down the small
And gets it for its own….

That both be served and each attain its goal
The great land should attempt humility. (WOL, 61, 114.)

What does [it] mean, to say
That "favor, like disgrace
Brings trouble with it"?
When favor is bestowed
On one of low degree,
Trouble will come with it.
The loss of favor too
Means trouble for that man. (WOL, 13, 65.)

What does it mean, to say
That "rank, like self,
Involves acute distress"?
I suffer most because
Of me and selfishness.
If I were selfless, then
What suffering would I bear?

In governing the world,
Let rule entrusted be
To him who treats his rank
As if it were his soul;
World sovereignty can be committed to that man
Who loves all people
As he loves himself. (WOL, 13, 65.)

The Wise Man chooses to be last
And so becomes the first of all;
Denying self, he too is saved.
For does he not fulfillment find
In being an unselfish man? (WOL, 7, 59.)

The highest goodness, water-like,
Does good to everything and goes
Unmurmuring to places men despise;
But so, is close in nature to the Way. (WOL, 8, 60.)

He is aloof, as if his talk
Were priced beyond purchasing;
But once his project is contrived,
The folk will want to say of it:
"Of course! We did it by ourselves!" (WOL, 17, 69.)

The Wise Man, therefore, while he is alive,
Will never make a show of being great:
And that is how his greatness is achieved. (WOL, 34, 87.)

A man of highest virtue
Will not display it as his own;
His virtue then is real.
Low virtue makes one miss the chance
To show his virtue off;
His virtue then is nought.
High virtue is at rest;
It knows no need to act.
Low virtue is a busyness
Pretending to be accomplishment. (WOL, 38, 91.)

If I can be the world’s most humble man,
Then I can be its highest instrument. (WOL, 67, 120.)

… eminence without humility:
This is the death indeed of all our hope. (WOL, 67, 120.)

You shall give life to things
But never possess them;
Your work shall depend on none;
You shall be chief but never lord.(1)

This describes the mystic power. (WOL, 51, 104.)

(1) In these virtues, resembling the Way.

The Sage is Silent and Still

The heavy is foundation for the light;
So quietness is master of the deed. (WOL, 26, 78.)

Much talk means much exhaustion;
Better far it is to keep your thoughts! (WOL, 5, 57.)

There are names but not nature in words. (WOL, 1, 53.)

Sparing indeed is nature of its talk;
The whirlwind will not last the morning out;
The cloudburst ends before the day is done.
What is it that behaves itself like this?
The earth and sky! And if it be that these
Cut short their speech, how much more yet should man. (WOL, 23, 75.)

When I am walking on the mighty Way,
Let me but know the very least I may,
And I shall only fear to leave the road. (WOL, 53, 106.)

On tiptoe your stance is unsteady;
Long strides make your progress unsure;
Show off and you get no attention;
Your boasting will mean you have failed;
Asserting yourself brings no credit;
Be proud and you never will lead. (WOL, 24, 76.)

Touch ultimate emptiness,
Hold steady and still. (WOL, 16, 68.)

Be still while you work
And keep full control
Over all. (WOL, 3, 55.)

This, I say, is the stillness:
A retreat to one's roots;
Or better yet, return
To the will of God,
Which is, I say, to constancy. (WOL, 16, 68.)

The Sage is Desireless and Simple

The five colors darken the eye;
The five sounds will deaden the ear;
The five flavors weary the taste;
Chasing the beasts of the field
Will drive a man mad.
The goods that are hard to procure
Are hobbles that slow walking feet.

So the Wise Man will do
What his belly dictates
And never the sight of his eyes,
Thus he will choose this but not that. (WOL, 12, 64.)

The Wise Man does not hoard his things;
Hard-pressed, from serving other men,
He has enough and some to spare;
But having given all he had,
He then is very rich indeed. (WOL, 81, 134.)

Act in repose;
Be at rest when you work;
Relish unflavoured things. (WOL, 63, 116.)

The mean man pays the highest price;
The hoarder takes the greatest loss;
A man content is never shamed,
And self-restrained, is not in danger:
He will live forever. (WOL, 44, 97.)

Scheme and be sharp
And you'll not keep it long.
One never can guard
His home when it's full
Of jade and fine gold:
Wealth, power and pride
Bequeath their own doom.
When fame and success
Come to you, then retire. This is the ordained Way. (WOL, 9, 61.)

It is wealth to be content. (WOL, 33, 86.)

No sin can exceed
Incitement to envy;
No calamity's worse
Than to be discontented.
Nor is there an omen
More dreadful than coveting.
But once be contented,
And truly you'll always be so. (WOL, 46, 99.)

The secret waits for the insight
Of eyes unclouded by longing;
Those who are bound by desire
See only the outward container. (WOL, 1, 53.)

A good man does not argue, and
An arguer may not be good. (WOL, 81, 134.)

Unbending rigour is the mate of death,
And yielding softness, company of life;
Unbending soldiers get no victories;
The stiffest tree is readiest for the axe.
The strong and mighty topple from their place;
The soft and yielding rise above them all. (WOL, 76, 129.)

The student learns by daily increment.
The Way is gained by daily loss,
Loss upon loss until
At last comes rest.

By letting go, it all gets done;
The world is won by those who let it go!
But when you try and try,
The world is then beyond the winning. (WOL, 48, 101.)

The Sage Works by Being Still, by not Doing

A thing that is still is easy to hold.
Given no omen, it is easy to plan.
Soft things are easy to melt.
Small particles scatter easily.
The time to take care is before it is done.
Establish order before confusion sets in.
Tree trunks around which you can reach with your arms were at first only miniscule sprouts.
A nine-storied terrace began with a clod.
A thousand-mile journey began with a foot put down.

Doing spoils it, grabbing misses it;
So the Wise Man refrains from doing
And doesn't spoil anything;
He grabs at nothing and so he never misses.

People are always spoiling a project when it lacks only a step to completion. (WOL, 64, 117.)

… the Wise Man
Knows without going,
Sees without seeing,
Does without doing. (WOL, 47, 100.)

The Sage Rejects Not What the World Rejects

So the Wise Man wants the unwanted; he sets no high value on anything because it is hard to get. He studies what others neglect and restores to the world multitudes have passed by. His object is to restore everything to its natural course, but he dares take no steps to that end. (WOL, 64, 117.)

The Sage Will not Discuss the Mysteries

Those who know do not talk
And talkers do not know. (WOL, 56, 109.)

It is the Wise Man’s way to know himself,
And never to reveal his inward thoughts. (WOL, 72, 125.)

The Sage - Mystic Powers

The world may be known
Without leaving the house. (WOL, 47, 100.)

Accordingly, the Wise Man
Knows without going,
Sees without seeing,
Does without doing. (WOL, 47, 100.)

The Sage - As King

If you hold ever fast
To that most ancient Way,
You may govern today. (WOL, 14, 66.)

Accordingly, the Wise Man
Is square but not sharp,
Honest but not malign,
Straight but not severe,
Bright but not dazzling. (WOL, 58, 111.)

As for those who would take the whole world
To tinker it as they see fit,
I observe that they never succeed:
For the world is a sacred vessel
Not made to be altered by man.
The tinker will spoil it;
Usurpers will lose it.

For indeed there are things
That must move ahead,
While others must lag;
And some that feel hot
While others feel cold;
And some that are strong,
While others are weak;
And vigorous ones,
With others worn out.

So the Wise Man discards
Extreme inclinations
To make sweeping judgments
Or to a life of excess. (WOL, 29, 81.)

Rule a large country
As small fish are cooked. (WOL, 60, 113.)

If people do not dread your majesty,
A greater dread will descend on them.
See then that you do not cramp their dwelling place,
Or immolate their children or their stock,
Nor anger them by your own angry ways. (WOL, 72, 125.)

The evil spirits of the world
Lose sanction as divinities
When government proceeds
According to the Way;
But even if they do not lose
Their ghostly countenance and right,
The people take no harm from them;
And if the spirits cannot hurt the folk,
The Wise Man surely does no hurt to them.

Since then the Wise Man and the people
Harm each other not at all,
Their several virtues should converge. (WOL, 60, 113.)

The Wise Man's policy, accordingly,
Will be to empty people's hearts and minds,
To fill their bellies, weaken their ambition,
Give them sturdy frames and always so,
To keep them uninformed, without desire,
And knowing ones not venturing to act. (WOL, 3, 55.)

Quicken them, feed them;
Quicken but do not possess them.
Act and be independent;
Be the chief but never the lord:
This describes the mystic virtue. (WOL, 10, 62.)

In governing the world,
Let rule entrusted be
To him who treats his rank
As if it were his soul;
World sovereignty can be committed to that man
Who loves all people
As he loves himself. (WOL, 13, 65.)

As for him who is highest,
The people just know he is there.
His deputy's cherished and praised;
Of the third, they are frightened;
The fourth, they despise and revile.
If you trust people less than enough,
Some of them never trust you. (WOL, 17, 69.)

The Way is great,
The sky is great,
The earth is great,
The king also is great.
Within the realm
These four are great;
The king but stands
For one of them. (WOL, 25, 77.)

… how can one who rules
The thousand chariots
Give up to lighter moods
As all the world may do?
If he is trivial,
His ministers are lost;
If he is strenuous,
There is no master then. (WOL, 26, 78.)

Those ancients who were skilled in the Way
Did not enlighten people by their rule
But had them ever held in ignorance:
The more the folk know what is going on
The harder it becomes to govern them.

For public knowledge of the government
Is such a thief that it will spoil the realm;
But when good fortune brings good times to all
The land is ruled without publicity.
To know the difference between these two
Involves a standard to be sought and found.

To know that standard always, everywhere
Is mystic Virtue, justly known as such;
Which Virtue is so deep and reaching far
It causes a return, things going back
To that prime concord which at first all shared. (WOL, 65, 118.)

The Sage - As Servant

To those who would help
The ruler of men
By means of the Way:
Let him not with his militant might
Try to conquer the world;
This tactic is likely to recoil.
For where armies have marched
There do briars spring up;
Where great hosts are impressed
Years of hunger and evil ensue.

The good man’s purpose once attained
He stops at that;
He will not press for victory.
His point once made, he does not boast
Or celebrate the goal he gained
Or proudly indicate the spoils.
He won the day because he must:
But not by force or violence. (WOL, 30, 82.)

Weapons at best are tools of bad omen
Loathed and avoided by those of the Way. (WOL, 31, 83.)

Weapons are tools of bad omen
By gentlemen not to be used;
But when it cannot be avoided
They use them with calm and restraint.
Even in victory’s hour
These tools are unlovely to see;
For those who admire them truly
Are men who in murder delight.

As for those who delight to do murder
It is certain they never can get
From the world what they sought when ambition
Urged them to power and rule.

A multitude slain! – and their death
Is a matter for grief and for tears;
The victory after a conflict
Is a theme for a funeral rite. (WOL, 31, 83.)

The Sage – As Kings and Servant Together

The Way eternal has no name.
A block of wood untooled, though small
May still excel the world
And if the king and nobles could
Retain its potency for good
Then everything would freely give
Allegiance to their rule.

The earth and sky would then conspire
To bring the sweet dew down;
And evenly it would be given
To folk without constraining power. (WOL, 32, 85.)

If those who are excellent find no preferment
The people will cease to contend for promotion.
If goods that are hard to obtain are not favored
The people will cease to turn robbers or bandits.
If things much desired are kept under cover
Disturbance will cease in the minds of the people. (WOL, 3, 55.)

… let there be
A visible simplicity of life
Embracing, unpretentious ways
And small self-interest
And poverty of coveting. (WOL, 19, 71.)

The mighty Way declined among the folk
And then came kindness and morality.
When wisdom and intelligence appeared
They brought with them a great hypocrisy.
The six relations were no more at peace
So codes were made to regulate our homes.
The fatherland grew dark, confused by strife:
Official loyalty became the style. (WOL, 18, 70.)

Get rid of the wise men!
Put out the professors!
Then people will profit
A hundredfold over.
Away with the kind ones;
Those righteous men too!
And let people return
To the graces of home.
Root out the artisans;
Banish the profiteers!
And bandits and robbers
Will not come to plunder.

But if these three prove not enough
To satisfy the mind and heart
More relevant, then, let there be
A visible simplicity of life
Embracing, unpretentious ways
And small self-interest
And poverty of coveting. (WOL, 19, 71.)

Society and the Way

Compassion at its best
Consists in honest deeds;
Morality at best
Is something done, aforethought;
High etiquette, when acted out
Without response from others
Constrains a man to bare his arms
And make them do their duty.

Truly, once the Way is lost
There comes then virtue;
Virtue lost, comes then compassion;
After that morality;
And when that’s lost, there’s etiquette
The husk of all good faith
The rising point of anarchy. (WOL, 38, 91.)

On hearing of the Way, the best of men
Will earnestly explore its length.
The mediocre person learns of it
And takes it up and sets it down.
But vulgar people, when they hear the news
Will laugh out loud, and if they did not laugh
It would not be the Way. (WOL, 42, 95.)

… once full-grown, a man will take
The meat and not the husk
The fruit and not the flower.
Rejecting one, he takes the other. (WOL, 38, 91.
[The] kingdom … will long endure
If it provides the Mother an abode. (WOL, 59, 112.)

The idea land is small
Its people are few
Where tools abound
Ten times or yet
A hundred-fold
Beyond their use;
Where people die
And die again
But never emigrate;
Have boats and carts
Which no one rides.
Weapons have they
And armor too
But none displayed….
Their meat is sweet;
Their clothes adorned
Their homes at peace
Their customs charm.

And neighbor lands
Are juxtaposed
So each may hear
The barking dogs
The crowing cocks
Across the way;
Where folks grow old
And folks will die
And never once
Exchange a call. (WOL, 80, 133.)

The World – Dualities

Since the world points up beauty as such
There is ugliness too.
If goodness is taken as goodness
Wickedness enters as well.

For is and is-not come together;
Hard and easy are complementary;
Long and short are relative;
High and low are comparative;
Pitch and sound make harmony;
Before and after are a sequence. (WOL, 2, 54.)

The World - Its purpose

The sky is everlasting
And the earth is very old.
Why so? Because the world
Exists not for itself;
It can and will live on. (WOL, 7, 59.)

Bibliography

WOL: Lao-Tzu, The Way of Life (Tao Te Ching). Trans. R.B. Blakney. New York and Scarborough: New American Library, 1955.